This is a song about "My swag game"

My game face, like it's poker time

If i had on 'bama line

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Stop treatin' my life like it's a fuckin' game,

You try mess with my name, my game

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I'd rather sully my name, then to keep dulling the game

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

My rappin is tight, ez money is my game

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

My game is vicious and cruel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual